"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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The quietude caught my attention. I turned, just in time to catch a glimpse of him.
Of course, his eyes were already trailing the curve of my dress.
"They're... they're not busy tonight?" I asked, voice soft, unsure. Nervous energy bubbled in my chest, until his gaze locked with mine. One smile. That's all it took. I melted.
His Richard Mille caught the light as he stretched his arms and pushed the door open. I stepped inside.
Too slow...
"Where's... where's everyone?" I asked, whipping my head around. The grin on his face didn't ease the tension, it made it worse. In the best way.
He walked toward me like he had all the time in the world.
All the confidence.
All the right to look at me like that.
Finally.
He's worshipping my presence... Not hiding it. Not running. Just... loving me out loud. And I'm loving every minute of it.
"Dem nuh matter. This..." he waved his hand around "...a' our moment. Me nuh give a f... k 'bout he, she, or the old lady," he said with that signature cocky tone.
I pressed my lips together, careful not to smudge my gloss.
Then stepped further in.
In awe.
The workers smiled.
Too comfortably.
The music played softly, low and warm.
Then the hairs on my skin stood up.
"Mi rent out the whole restaurant for you," he said quietly.
I turned, slow as ever, cheeks flushed like a teenage crush.
